«We Could Be Legends»

[HoodedHuntress]

“Okay, got it.” She hung up after a quick, “Good luck!” to Alice and began scrolling through her contacts. Suddenly she remembered that Virio was standing near her, and she glanced up. “You’ve kind of been dragged into this, but you’re in danger now. Either get as far away from me as you can, pretend you were never involved, and pray that the Pure don’t find you, or come with me and stay silent.” And if he acts like he’s going to betray us I might have to take him out. Actually, he knows too much. Change of plans. She paled a little at the idea of becoming a killer, even if she would be protecting her friends. “Actually, scratch that, come with me.” She said, a threatening tone entering her voice. He doesn’t know that my powers suck. Please let him buy my bluffing! Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she texted Jessi the news. Answer soon, Jessi! She begged mentally, pocketing her phone. “Come on,” She told Virio, using her powers to gently tug at him, not wanting to waste her energy. If he so much as flickered she was out of there.

Virio didn't appreciate the tug, or the threatening tone, or the sudden change of plans, but he knew this wasn't a joke. People were obviously in danger, and he could tell she was nervous under that threatening persona. Besides, this might give him a chance to learn more about the Pure, how they worked, how they attacked...who they truly were. Taking a somewhat annoyed, yet determined sigh, he followed Brisa, not asking questions. They were young, but they needed to be mature, and so far, he had done so. Arguably, she had as well. As they began heading to the unknown location, Virio began scanning the area for possible threats, knowing that he was most definitely seen as one to the Pure, after the kill...and how easy it had been. He occasionally shot glances over at Brisa, attempting to judge her emotions, whether he could trust her or not.

 

[Thing2]

Virio didn't appreciate the tug, or the threatening tone, or the sudden change of plans, but he knew this wasn't a joke. People were obviously in danger, and he could tell she was nervous under that threatening persona. Besides, this might give him a chance to learn more about the Pure, how they worked, how they attacked...who they truly were. Taking a somewhat annoyed, yet determined sigh, he followed Brisa, not asking questions. They were young, but they needed to be mature, and so far, he had done so. Arguably, she had as well. As they began heading to the unknown location, Virio began scanning the area for possible threats, knowing that he was most definitely seen as one to the Pure, after the kill...and how easy it had been. He occasionally shot glances over at Brisa, attempting to judge her emotions, whether he could trust her or not.

After they had hurried on for a while, Brisa spoke. “Sorry you’ve been dragged into all this.” She said quietly, determinedly keen on attempting to hide the stress evident in every line of her body. “I guess I owe you an explanation, but,” she was silent for a moment, searching for the right words, “you seem to have a slight prior knowledge of the Pure, right? I might be wrong though, and I’m sorry if I am.” She dropped back a little closer to him, her shifting eyes flitting over the trail they were following and their surroundings, worriedly settling on him. “Three innocent people have already been murdered. I didn’t want to add to that number. That’s why I brought you. But the others won’t be happy.” She warned, her gaze returning to the path as she reassumed her original position, the key weighing heavily in her pocket and mind.

 

[Amer]

"Now, that's more like it," Frosty muttered, leaping off the window of the car and flying straight at the face of a Pure guard.



Peter stared at her as if she had lost her mind. "Dude," he muttered, "are.. are you okay?" He then realized it was a stupid thing to ask. Of course she isn't okay, you moron.





"I told you..." Frosty muttered, but his voice faltered. There was concern in the rooster's eyes. He took a step forward, about to ask if anyone here was a healer, but didn't need to. He watched Alice lean down, then turned away from the group. He brought up his foot, clicking the button on it.

(It's a mecha chicken!)

Virio didn't appreciate the tug, or the threatening tone, or the sudden change of plans, but he knew this wasn't a joke. People were obviously in danger, and he could tell she was nervous under that threatening persona. Besides, this might give him a chance to learn more about the Pure, how they worked, how they attacked...who they truly were. Taking a somewhat annoyed, yet determined sigh, he followed Brisa, not asking questions. They were young, but they needed to be mature, and so far, he had done so. Arguably, she had as well. As they began heading to the unknown location, Virio began scanning the area for possible threats, knowing that he was most definitely seen as one to the Pure, after the kill...and how easy it had been. He occasionally shot glances over at Brisa, attempting to judge her emotions, whether he could trust her or not.

"Are you coming or not?" Indigo called from the van. "Weapons in here," she added.
Sherri stared at the window, indifferent.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(The key the pure is looking for is at the bank

Tom gave them each a hard look, "Well, you never know." He hesitated still holding the envelope. "Silver gave her life to keep this hidden. Now no one living but me, knows where it is. She didn't even tell the people she worked with, because she wasn't sure who could be trusted. She went to her old friends instead. You having this paper, you must have met Maryella." He sighed picking the paper back up off the counter, re-crumpling it and throwing it back in the garbage. "What exactly do you plan to do with it once you have it? I suppose it doesn't really matter. Silver was careful." He nodded to himself as though coming to a decision.

Tom handed the Envelope to Brisa. "In side there, is a key for a safe deposit box. It's in the BofA down on Credence street. The thing that Silver was hiding from the pure, it's in that box. Though, you'll have a hard time getting in there with out her. "

(** description ** inside the envelope is a hollow metal cylinder attached to a key ring. The end not attached to the key ring has notches cut into it. It is a key to a safe deposit box for the bank)

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[HoodedHuntress]

After they had hurried on for a while, Brisa spoke. “Sorry you’ve been dragged into all this.” She said quietly, determinedly keen on attempting to hide the stress evident in every line of her body. “I guess I owe you an explanation, but,” she was silent for a moment, searching for the right words, “you seem to have a slight prior knowledge of the Pure, right? I might be wrong though, and I’m sorry if I am.” She dropped back a little closer to him, her shifting eyes flitting over the trail they were following and their surroundings, worriedly settling on him. “Three innocent people have already been murdered. I didn’t want to add to that number. That’s why I brought you. But the others won’t be happy.” She warned, her gaze returning to the path as she reassumed her original position, the key weighing heavily in her pocket and mind.

Virio followed, listening to what she had to say. It was then he realized, in simply a few minutes, how good of a person Brisa was, caring for those who she really didn't know or perhaps understand. He knew few people understood him, and she most likely didn't, but she was here, taking risks for someone who had arguably taken a risk for her. She had his respect as a result. After she was finished speaking, he responded calmly "That's awful, I'm sorry about those people. I've kinda figured out who the Pure are, via this phone here." With a tone of hatred, he commented "Killing innocents is what they do.", before returning to a normal tone as she looked over, meeting her eyes. He vowed "I promise I won't make any trouble. Thanks for doing this."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Peter stared at her as if she had lost her mind. "Dude," he muttered, "are.. are you okay?" He then realized it was a stupid thing to ask. Of course she isn't okay, you moron.

"I don't want to get a 0," she pathetically whined to the blurring floor. Peter, usually an infuriating noob, was now just background noise to the horrid commotion in her head. "Especially when midterm finals are right around the corner. I always flunk those. And Mrs. Neech doesn't do retakes or makeups for me. So I need this grade."

I've just gotta...all of it will go away...stay here...I can fix it...just...take it...

As she reasoned with herself, it all began to make perfect, twisted sense.

 

[Thing2]

Virio followed, listening to what she had to say. It was then he realized, in simply a few minutes, how good of a person Brisa was, caring for those who she really didn't know or perhaps understand. He knew few people understood him, and she most likely didn't, but she was here, taking risks for someone who had arguably taken a risk for her. She had his respect as a result. After she was finished speaking, he responded calmly "That's awful, I'm sorry about those people. I've kinda figured out who the Pure are, via this phone here." With a tone of hatred, he commented "Killing innocents is what they do.", before returning to a normal tone as she looked over, meeting her eyes. He vowed "I promise I won't make any trouble. Thanks for doing this."

“Okay. You’re welcome, I guess.” Brisa replied with a small, rueful smile, still not letting her guard down but unconsciously relaxing the tiniest bit. Then something he had said caught her attention. “What is that phone? You’ve mentioned it twice now.” She commented causally, not wanting to freak him out with too many questions.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"I don't want to get a 0," she pathetically whined to the blurring floor. Peter, usually an infuriating noob, was now just background noise to the horrid commotion in her head. "Especially when midterm finals are right around the corner. I always flunk those. And Mrs. Neech doesn't do retakes or makeups for me. So I need this grade."

I've just gotta...all of it will go away...stay here...I can fix it...just...take it...

As she reasoned with herself, it all began to make perfect, twisted sense.

Peter's eyes flickered nervously around the room, reluctant to look back at Bleddyn. "Well, uh, we really need to get out of here..." he mumbled. "I, uh, don't want to..." his voice trailed off.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

“Okay. You’re welcome, I guess.” Brisa replied with a small, rueful smile, still not letting her guard down but unconsciously relaxing the tiniest bit. Then something he had said caught her attention. “What is that phone? You’ve mentioned it twice now.” She commented causally, not wanting to freak him out with too many questions.

Virio explained simply "Well, the guy at school, the idiot substitute, he had it on him. He seemed to be very involved in the Pure operations, and I've found out names of multiple Pure members, and a few locations of some of them. I can find some more if I tap into IP addresses..." His voice trailed off as he added somewhat more downcast, "I'm pretty sure the Pure will eventually shut down his phone, so I've written absolutely everything I've found so far in his phone in a notebook." He turned to her, before concluding "So yeah. I'm trying to get as much information as possible."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Peter's eyes flickered nervously around the room, reluctant to look back at Bleddyn. "Well, uh, we really need to get out of here..." he mumbled. "I, uh, don't want to..." his voice trailed off.

"I have to take my test," Bleddyn insisted stubbornly and then fat tears began rolling down her flushed cheeks.

Her inner head was a horrible, surrealistic realm of chaotic negativity; she'd suffered inwardly to an extent where her outward sanity now was paying for it.

Bleddyn buried her face in her hands. Her back heaved with miserable, sputtering sobs and the abused desk shook violently.
"They're gone...stay...they're all gone...I have to...let me...stay...I-I have to...gone...gone...oh they're gone."